Pauli Pocket stood with a plastic bag from the discounter in the club and pulled out the discs with which she started the dance floor. Attitude meets Alditüte. Besides the records, she still had her dad in her luggage, since she was not old enough to go to clubs alone. Perhaps this story from the early days of Pauline's career also touches us so much because it reminds us of how many years ago we ourselves dragged the heavy vinyl in laundry baskets, boxes and post boxes to the first gigs and because these stories are today in the highly professionalized and well-organized techno-circus have become so rare. In between there is hardly a club left in Berlin, from Kater and Sisyphus to Sucide Circus, Watergate to the Renate, where Pauli is not regularly on the decks. Meanwhile, Pauline has a case, attitude as ever, and otherwise she's all in her pocket with her straight forward sets.
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